Robert Lee
I felt you one day.
I knew it was true.
You were there.
Inside me, you lay.
It wasn't meant to be.
I bleed you away.
As it happened again.
I cried you away.
I said, not doing this again.
Then it happened one day.
You came to me again.
Said you want to come thru.
And I was to be your vessel.
I named you after my dad.
Robert Lee, now thirty-one.
my son also named his son Robert, who is turned 3 Jan 17, 2013.
3 14 2012 2 pm, on another site, a friend sometimes does poetry challenges, to a picture, or words.
The Ghost Baby:
Time and Space and Spirit
Collide softly at a crossroad
Where the Ghost Baby awaits
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